A Stone

Perhaps there is a place where men can be at peace of all race. Perhaps there is a sun who can bring warmth and light to everyone. Perhaps there is a truth that all can see where no one can lose. Perhaps they’ll be a day when instead of war we can find a better way. Perhaps there is a single stone that has been held in the hands of everyone. Held through time and ferocious seas. Perhaps it understands where humans can be at peace. Perhaps there is a way that we can feel each others days. That we can be and know of all that we’re just human both at rise or fall.